The Hidden Chateau

First Call

I was still wondering about this conversation as I packed away my week’s groceries on Saturday afternoon. I’d just put the last item away and was considering a drink when the phone rang.

“Jack, good, you’re home.”

“Hi Rod, what’s up?”

“Your first feeding session for the Ligarens. I’ll come over. They want me to prepare you and deliver you all set to serve.” He hesitated. “You won’t believe the outfit, but I think you’ll love it. I’ll be there in ten, I have to get ‘dressed’ as well.”

“Hold …” I began, but he’d rung off. The phone rang again. “Rod, I …”

The voice on the phone wasn’t Rod. It was the semi-mechanical voice from the chamber. “Prepare yourself for us, Jack. We look forward to training you to our needs. Vos Pareo!”

As soon as he said the last two words, my protest and resistance died. “Yes, sir,” I replied and the phone went dead. Walking to my bedroom I stripped naked, used the toilet and gave myself a quick wash. I’d just finished when the door bell announced Rod’s arrival and I admitted him.

“Good, you’re ready,” he said entering with a heavy looking sports bag. He glanced at my face and nodded. “I see the Ameliorator has called you. Okay, we better get cracking, this outfit is a bugger to get onto you. A real two man job.”

“I’m ready, sir.” I led him into my bedroom. “Sir had better tell me what is required.”

“I will, Jack,” he said opening the bag and removing an incredible web of harness. He pulled off his tracksuit top to reveal that he was also wearing a similar heavy body harness. Straightening out the web of rubber straps and moulded sections, he ordered, “Okay, stand at the foot of the bed, and I’ll put it onto you.”

Positioning myself I submitted to his ministrations. The harness was very complex, and started with a moulded hood for my head. The hood had tinted lenses covering my eyes, and the mouth was uncovered, but had a gag attached to one cheek. The hood was attached to a collar that extended to shoulder pieces, which was attached by further straps to a heavy corset that covered me from just below the ribs to my hips. This, in turn, was attached to tight fitting chaps that covered my thighs to the knees, and then metal braces extended to what can only be called rubber ‘graves’ covering  my calves from knee to ankle, with strange feeling boots on my feet. Further straps and cuffs now extended down my arms ending in mitts that rendered my hands useless.

With Rod explaining what he was doing at each step of the way, he adjusted the ‘corset’ and the various cuffs before finally standing back and casting a critical eye over me. 

“Looks good, Jack. How’s it feel?”

“Restrictive, sir.”

“Yeah, I know.” He smiled. “I’m wearing the same, and it’s not finished yet.” Reaching into the bag, he produced what looked like a chastity belt. He indicated the strange ‘tent’ at his crotch. “This goes on you and makes sure our Ligaran masters have our cocks and our butts exactly as they like to use them. He began to fit the thing, and I realised that far from being a chastity device it ensured that my cock and balls were displayed and fully accessible. Then he positioned the rubber covered metal ‘tailpiece’ — a large shaped loop that spread my butt cheeks and framed my hole. The loud clicks as the locking mechanisms engaged to secure it in place echoed in my head. Moving in front of me again, Rod smiled. “You’re ready, Jack.” He leaned forward and kissed me. “I’m going to gag you now. It’s a tube gag, and we’re going to get the full treatment from them.” He fitted the gag, currently plugged with a rubber penis dildo. “I have to deliver you and then submit myself …” He grinned. “When I bring you home again I think we’ll both be well down the road of whatever they plan for us.” He shrugged. “Since you came I’m getting different handling and they’ve obviously got plans for us.”

I heard him, and wondered what he meant. Well, I would soon know …

“Right, we’re ready.” He shed the bottom half of his tracksuit, revealing that his harness and genital restraint was identical to what I was wearing, and fitted an identical hood to the one I wore on his head. He grinned. “We aren’t allowed any clothing from here on.” At the front door he paused, found my keys and slipped them into a zipped pocket on my corset belt. “We’ll need those when we get back.”

I wanted to ask where we were going, and what the hell was happening but the gag prevented it. My flat entrance is behind the old barn and that backs onto a wood, and it was into this that he now led me.

“It’s not far,” he told me. “About a hundred yards. The entrance we’re going to use is through the old ice house. We’ll be met …”

I’d never been into this wood, and the tinted lenses over my eyes didn’t do much to help see where we were walking or going, but Rod seemed to know his way, and I was under some influence that made me compliant with instructions, so I followed his guiding and eventually saw the tumbled and overgrown outline of a structure.

“The clever bit is the entrance,” Rod told me. “Stand still in this spot.” Releasing my arm, he stepped away. “See you inside.”

I felt myself descending rapidly, then I was being helped out of a sort of tube by the strange silver-grey figures from my previous visit. They’d just strapped my arms to my sides when Rod arrived, and was as quickly fitted with mitts and gagged and his arms secured like mine.

“Come.” I ‘heard’ the voice in my head. “It is time for you to begin your service.” There was a pause. “We know you will enjoy the experience and the service you will give.”  

We were led to another circular chamber and now I found myself positioned over a sort of trestle with my legs spread wide and locked in place. Bent forward over the padded surface they strapped me firmly to this, my genitals now presented below the bench, and my mouth was now positioned over the seat of a chair, currently unoccupied. My anus, framed by the steel loop spreading my butt cheeks was now positioned and displayed to anyone behind me. Out of the corner of my lens covered eye I caught a glimpse of Rod being secured to a similar bench. Then something soft, slick and very pliable began to explore my opening as another of the strange creatures slipped into the seat at my head.

Deftly removing the penis dildo from the tube keeping my mouth open, he released a tentacle penis, the swollen ‘head’ the colour of bronze. 

“Now receive my organ, Jack,” I heard him say in my head. “My issue will enhance your desire for bondage sex and increase your yield to serve our needs.”

The tentacle extended and pushed it’s swollen head into the tube in my mouth.

“Suck well, and pleasure me with your tongue.”

Accepting the strange head I sucked hard as something entered me from behind. It felt larger than the one in my mouth, it stretched my anus, then filled my passage. 

I heard a new ‘voice’ as my butt tightened on the muscular shaft now causing the bulbous head to stimulate my prostate and I responded by sucking and tonguing the head filling my mouth. “He responds well. I shall release my stimulants.”

“Do so, he begins to please me. I shall release my binding paradidymic excretion.”

My mouth filled with a thick syrupy fluid and I swallowed. It was salty sweet and it triggered a desire to give the source as much pleasure as possible. I sensed, rather than felt, a thick fluid filling my butt, and seconds later felt my prostate tingling, then slowly my scrotum began to feel warm and as if it was enlarging. The sensation was quite pleasant and slowly a feeling of absolute bliss filled my head. I sucked down another dose of the thick syrupy fluid the tentacle in my mouth discharged, and felt another discharge in my butt. Now my scrotum felt huge and my cock burned with desire, absolutely rigid and the skin of my circumcised glans so tight it was sensing very breath of air across it.

I sensed movement beneath me and whimpered as one of the beings engulfed my rigid member with his strange mouth. It was tube like, but lined with what felt like masses of thin tentacles which felt like those of a sea anemone. The sensation they produced in my organ sent my heart racing. Whatever these people were, they knew exactly how to play with a man’s cock. He kept me on edge, not allowing me to ejaculate until I was almost out of my head with the desire to do so — and then he brought me to the most explosive climax I’d not have believed possible. Then they began to work on me again. Tentacle replaced tentacle, more of their ‘stimulant’ flooded my butt and filled my mouth, and the cycle repeated itself …

Eventually I found myself being led to a new chamber, and now, gagged, plugged and with my leg braces locked, my cock got all the attention from a succession of the silver-grey humanoids. Their circular lips were muscular, and their mouths were toothless and wonderfully soft and warm. Lined with thin and very mobile papilla, they used their mouths to incredible effect. In a daze I was taken back to the first chamber, once more secured to the bench and treated to a fresh dosing of their stimulant excretions orally and anally, and then taken back to the second chamber for a repeat performance.

Dawn was breaking as Rod and I reached my door, and Rod, with one hand freed from the mitts that had imprisoned our hands, managed to retrieve my keys and open it. We staggered inside, and for a moment just leaned against the wall staring at each other. Then, slowly, Rod freed his other hand, then reached for mine and released them from the mitts. Carefully he examined my gag and removed it, then did his own.

“Phew,” he breathed. “That was way more intense than usual. How do you feel?”

“Fucked. But I think I was in heaven.” I sucked a deep breath and licked my lips, savouring the taste of the hormonal fluid they’d fed me, and the warm slickness in my butt. “I’m exhausted, but riding cloud nine, randy as hell, but I feel fabulous and I’m loving it.” I looked down at my still rigid cock and my swollen balls. “Is it going to be like this always?”

“I don’t know,” he groaned. “That’s the most intense session they’ve ever done to me. Normally it’s a dose of their stimulant, a couple of them feeding on my cock, and then I’m released and returned to whatever I was supposed to be doing. This was something different.” He glanced at his own still stiff cock. “I’ve never had that much of their stimulant before. My balls feel different — and so does my cock. How about you?”

“Same I think.” I paused. “I need to get out of this harness, but I want to put on something rubber.” I stopped, considering. “You know something? I need to stay hooded, but I don’t know why!”

It took a while to strip ourselves out of the harnesses we wore. Mine was the more elaborate, but not by much, and when I finally got the hood off I realised that there was quite a lot of the sex excretion under it and coating my face. Rod had the same. It looked almost like dark honey, thick and sticky. It tasted like salted caramel, and I used my fingers to wipe as much as I could off my face and licked my fingers clean before we both showered.

“Damn,” I said. “I’m going to have to get some rubberwear. I haven’t got anything other than that full bondage suit they put on me the first time. It’s a bit too heavy for now.” I picked up the harness and noticed that the hood could be detached. I grinned. “At least I can put the hood on again …”

“Do it.” Rod laughed. “Look, I’ve got a rubber suit you can borrow. I’ll fetch it in exchange for some breakfast — and the loan of something to wear. They’re obviously wanting to make sure we know we’re on their favourites list or something.”

“You’ve got it.” I pulled the hood over my head, enjoying the way the goo seemed to glue it to my face. “Just fasten this thing for me and I’ll fetch my jogging pants and a top for you.”

“Sure,” he said, moving closer. Our cocks collided, sending an intense sensation through us both and we giggled. “Damn, normally I’m not this randy after … Turn around so I can get at the zip.”

I turned and he reached for the zip, his rigid member pushing into my butt crack. As he drew the zip closed and fastened the collar, I reached behind me, gripped his shaft and positioned his ‘head’ against my hole. “Fuck me, Rod, I know you want to, and I want you too. Give me a good dose of your spunk.”

He gripped my hips as I bent forward and pushed my hole against his hard cock, feeling my muscle giving way as he entered. 

“Mmmm … Oh! Yes! Oh fuck, Jack, this feels so good, but I just know we’ll be punished for it. The Ligarans own our cocks and get upset if we …”

“Mmmm,” I moaned as he thrust into me. “I don’t care, Rod. I ne-e-e-e-d …” He began to thrust himself into me. “Fuck … me … properly … Rod … breed … me … fill … meeeee… with … your … cum …”

He did. I felt the hot flood of cum erupt inside me, and the rush of ecstasy that follows coitus and a good load of your lover’s cum. For a long while we stood still, joined by his slowly softening cock until it finally slipped free. He shivered and kissed my neck. “Fetch those shorts and the shirt, for me. I’ll get you the rubber suit and we can have breakfast.”

Ten minutes later he was back, but he wasn’t alone. The doctor and his deformed ‘companion-housekeeper’ were with him, and Rod was now hooded, cuffed and naked except for a steel chastity belt. ‘Josh’, as the doctor addressed his companion, looked less physically ‘deformed’ up close. He wore a latex suit, and his ‘deformity’ could be seen through it. His crotch appeared to have more than one penis, and he appeared to have, beneath the rubber, a number of other appendages wrapped around his chest and back, giving him the appearance of having a very muscular upper body. His head was rather like the Ligarans, but, except for his mouth, his face was human. 

The doctor looked at me with a smile. “Good, you’re already hooded. Vos Pareo!” He watched my reaction. “Good, now Rod will help you into this bondage suit, and then Josh will put you into your chastity belt.” He paused. “You youngsters must learn that our Ligaran masters do not approve of your wasting their sustenance on one another.”

Like the original bondage suit I’d worn, this one was lubricated and it fitted better than a glove. It was skintight, and moulded to my body exactly. The cuffs above my elbows, on my wrists and above my knees had buckles that locked, as did the collar that now joined the hood to the suit, and added a rigid corset that extended from nipple line to hips. Then Josh added a back pack, fitted a gag in my mouth, and a breathing mask over my lower face. But worse was the chastity unit that now encased my cock and scrotum, and the under strap that pushed a large plug into my cum filled butt. With this locked onto me, Josh connected several pipes to points the suit, including the mask and the plug and stepped back grinning.

“At intervals you will receive increasing doses of Ligurian stimulant in your butt and orally,” the doctor told me. “You will spend the day like this and this evening you will both be taken before the Ligaran Council for sentencing.”

With my hands encased in rubber orbs there was nothing I could do to free myself even if I wanted to, so I submitted to having my arms secured across my chest and then watched as Rod was imprisoned in a bondage harness even more restrictive than the one’s we’d only recently freed ourselves from.

When he was fully restrained, the doctor checked us both over. Satisfied he nodded to Josh. “Inform the Council their orders have been carried out.” The man bowed, his small mouth twitched, and began to retrieve the harnesses we’d removed earlier as the doctor continued, “As this is new to you, the Ameliorator will likely not be too demanding.” He smiled. “You’ll probably just have to endure a multi-fuck and cum-denial for a couple of days, Rod might get a bit more.”

He watched my reaction. “You’re wondering how they knew what you were doing? Think about how they ‘speak’ to you.” He paused. “Yes, that’s right, they’re linked to us telepathically — especially when we’re high on their hormonal injection. Oh, and they know all our pedigrees — every single one of us in this village is descended from someone who was involved in their arrival and the establishment of their colony. Our ancestors made a pact, broke it, and we’re paying the forfeit.” For a moment he hesitated. “One more thing, Jack. It was your family that owned the chateau. Technically you’re the ‘owner’, direct descendent of the one who made the original bargain. The last of your ancestors who lived in the chateau, the Comte Hevea-Ffaluss, tried to change the relationship with the Ligarans, and they took him and everyone here at the time into permanent bondage in their service instead. Including all the servants and the village that is part of the estate. We are all descended from someone who was here then, and we can’t leave. We were all born here, then sent away to school and when that was complete, ‘called’ back — as you were. Except something went wrong, they lost track of you, and when the time came they couldn’t make contact, so your return was delayed. But you’re here now, and they’re worried that the delay could make things difficult. You need to be very careful how you respond to what they demand or do from here on. They seem to suspect that you will be as rebellious as your ancestor.”

I stared at him through the lenses. Something inside me told me this was all true, and that I was now paying for my ancestor’s misdeeds. Then I thought about my life until this point. I’d been shunted around from orphanages, to foster homes, to a youth hostel and a range of sometimes unpleasant lessons along the way. Especially when my unusually large cock was seen, or if anyone discovered I was Gay, and I’d known I was from a very early age. It couldn’t be any worse. After all I was now living my fantasies in one sense, and it sounded as if the one thing I’d never have to worry about was not getting any sex — in fact I’d be getting more than I’d dreamed possible. For some reason, probably the effect of the huge dose of Ligarian ‘stimulants they’d pumped into me through the night and now being ‘topped up’ by the device on my back, the prospect of a life in this state, appealed to me. I looked toward Rod, and gave a small nod. 

He responded with a nod and then moved awkwardly toward me, and touched his steel chastity shield against my steel cock case and touched his breathing mask to mine. 

I felt a surge of pleasure. He was trying to tell me we were in this together.

“We’ll leave you now. While you’re with the Council tonight, we’ll recombine this flat with Rod’s. You’ll be sharing from now on.” the doctor told us, smiling. “You will know when to go to the Ice House this evening.” He put an arm round Josh. “Come, my friend, you are due a reward.” He chuckled then said, “It’s possible, my friend. Yes, the Council might decide to make another like you.”

Unable to speak to each other, Rod and I spent a very frustrating day, yet, at the same time, very pleasant. In part the frustration was relieved by managing to sleep for at least some of it, and very much relieved by sharing our helplessness. About the only thing we could do was use the toilet, but in the late afternoon we were both high on the Ligaran stimulant hormones when Josh arrived at the flat carrying further restraints with which he soon had us able only to walk, or rather, hobble ahead of him to the Ice House. He’d also refilled the container’s on our backs, and ensured we got a hefty dose of the Ligaran stimulants as he did so.

He said nothing as he worked on us, and when he ‘smiled’, it was clear his ‘mouth’ was Ligaran and not human. So was whatever was in his crotch, which, beneath the shiny latex looked like tentacles with large egg shaped tips. He smiled as he positioned us on what I realised in my sex fogged head must be a kind of lift, and then I was descending to be greeted by a pair of Ligarans. A moment later Rod and then Josh, joined me,

“The Council waits,” the voice in my head said. “Bring the delinquents, Josh.”

“Yes, Ameliorator.” For the first time I ‘heard’ Josh and was surprised at his almost feminine ‘voice’. He signalled and we followed him into the passage.

It was a long walk, especially as we were hobbled. We stopped in an alcove at the end of the passage, and then the three of us were rising swiftly until we were able to step off the platform — in Rod’s and my case, hobble — into a circular room which I realised must be in the large central tower around which the chateau was built. Seated against the curved wall opposite us were five Ligarans, the colours of their latex suits suggesting a sort of hierarchy. The figure at the centre of the arc wore a gold coloured suit and watched as the two Ligarans escorting us secured us to a pair of vertical stocks. 

As they stepped away I heard him say, “Your ancestor was a man who could not control his desires, unlike his parents, and it appears that you cannot either. Your companion told you that we own your sex organs, yet you continued.” There was a pause. “You do not know the terms of our treaty, this is a failure on our part, but it does not excuse your actions. Let us hear your defence.”

I had to fight down the fog of my now raging desire for sexual relief as I tried to assemble my thoughts. Gagged, I couldn’t speak, but then the Ligarans couldn’t either, and showed no visible ears, so I thought-spoke. “I knew nothing of my family, or of their treaty with you. Until a month ago, I knew nothing of the existence of this place or your people. If I’ve broken some agreement, then it is in ignorance, and I accept responsibility for it. If there is a punishment to be accepted, then it should fall on me, and not on my friend Rod.”

Silence greeted this, but I could see that the Council was evidently discussing something among themselves. Finally I heard, “We are agreed, an example must be made. Your ancestor betrayed us, and you have a similar mind. To protect ourselves and our community you will be modified to ensure your compliance. Your semen yield will be enhanced, and you will be designated a special feeder. You will continue to live with your companion, but you will both be rendered unable to achieve ejaculation with any partner except a Ligaran. You will both be kept in full chastity for seven days and dosed four times a day with our stimulant secretions and returned to our feeding chambers each night. For the period of your punishment you will wear bondage suits and be hooded in public so that your fellow workers know you are punished. Do you wish to protest?”

My thoughts were in turmoil, but I realised that it could be a lot worse. “I accept your decision to punish us, but may I have access to this treaty my ancestor accepted? It seems only right that I should know what is agreed.”

“That is just. It shall be provided.” He gestured and the attendants freed us from the stocks and led us back to the ‘lift’. 

The descent was rapid, and the walk a short distance, then we were placed in a semi reclined position, our genitals released, and the feeding began. At some point something was injected into my scrotum, and more of the stimulant excretions pumped into my butt and filled my mouth. 

We were more or less zombies as we followed Josh back to our flat. The doctor was waiting and helped Josh remove our bondage outfits, fit our punishment hoods, and lock us into our chastity belts. During this I got the first real close look at Josh, shocked to realise that he had three tentacles and a large scrotum at his crotch, and two pairs of muscular tentacles that grew from his back and extended from the sides of his chest with some incredible musculature. He usually carried these wrapped round his torso, but now he used them to hold Rod’s harness as he dismantled it.

“The Council was obviously in a benevolent mood,” the doctor told us. “Don’t push it.” He nodded toward Josh. “They can get very creative if they think we’re rebelling. Ever since your ancestor reneged on the agreement  and tried to force them into changing the arrangement, they’ve been very hard on anyone who did anything they didn’t approve of. You guys were very lucky, there’s some new blood on the Council and the Leader is more willing to listen to us.” He finished securing my chastity belt and walked to my front. “You’re both descended from the Comte Hevea-Ffaluss, the guy who tried it on with them and they won’t hesitate if they think you’re the same. This is a test as well as a punishment.”

“I wondered.” I tried to adjust the steel and rubber thing encasing my genitals. “What did the Comte do that got them so riled?”

“No one’s very sure. The old Comte tried to retrieve the situation, it was his son that screwed it up. It’s said there’s a diary in the chateau somewhere that records it, but you’ve been in there. No one’s found it.”

I looked at Josh, feeling my rising arousal. “What did Josh do to get like this?”

“He followed me here, and he’s an out worlder. We were in a relationship all through my teens and through medical school and then our internship. Like you, Josh was an orphan and suffered badly in foster care, until we became lovers. He was homeless and I took him in and managed to get him a job in the university labs.” He paused. “When I felt the call to return here, I brought Josh with me. I thought it would be allowed, but he was not born here, and only those born here, a descendant of the original folk may know of its existence. They were afraid he could expose us and them — so they offered him a choice.” The doctor put an arm round his now rubbered companion. “They allowed him to stay as my lover and companion, if he agreed to be hybridised so it is impossible for him to leave.” He paused and hugged his companion. “Josh didn’t hesitate, and agreed without telling me because I was prepared to refuse to stay here and try to escape. I love him all the more for it and think he’s the most fabulous person in the world.” He kissed his companion. “So we live together and he assists me more than anyone knows. He can’t live in any ordinary community situation, or purely with the Ligarans even if he wanted to.” He hugged Josh. “We have a fantastic relationship, and a special role, research to find a solution for the Ligaran food deficiency, but must still follow the rules.” He chuckled. “Josh was hoping you’d be converted to be like him. Never mind,” he hugged his companion again. “I’m sure it will happen one day, my friend.”

I glanced at Josh and had a sudden glimpse of my own possible future, and liked it. “Probably sooner than we think.” I shook my head. “I don’t know, but I have a feeling about it.”